ROTFLMAO with Jenny, The Bloggess & Deb on the Rocks

Never, in the history of BlogHer or of the entire Earth has there been a session on women, humor and blogging. If we are wrong, we really don't want to know about it because we have been bragging to our kids and puppies that we invented something, so why would you go and disappoint our children? We don't want you to become a mean asshole over this. But we do want you to come and talk with us in a Room of Our Own about being funny online. We hope BlogHer will give us a Room of Our Own with a lot of beds so we'll be comfy for spooning, plus room service and plenty of little bottles of shampoo and lotion so there is no fighting over who gets to keep them when the session is over.

We want you to come talk about how to blog so that strangers spit out their coffee and then send you emails about praying for your apparently damned souls. Because people can be really funny about humor. And we'll be in Second City, after all. Chicago is a funny place.

Plus, there is stuff to talk about. When you write, do you ever wonder how far is too far? Or do you ever go too far according to someone else and have it explode all viral nuclear on your ass in your home, friendships or an online communty? Been misunderstood? Um, we have. Probably. Maybe once or twice or so, give or take twenty or a hundred.

It might be the patriarchy's fault. Maybe more than men, chicks are called "mean," or "vulgar" or "Jezebel sinner" or "what the hell is wrong with you, your children should be taken away" when they are snarky online or when they push the boundaries of language or subject matter. Or does it just take balls to be funny? Do you censor yourself, afraid of the backlash because good girls don't say that or it will hurt someone? In the immortal words of Sheryl Crow, "Are you strong enough to make me laugh?"

So, basically, we want to talk about the danger and adventure of blogging while
funny. Or we don't know what we are going to talk about and Jenny may be holding half of the session in the bathroom while calling Deb and telling her to leave the lobby because the barista is just not into her. But we totally promise no puppies, pies, poltergeists, hobos, or bloggers will be permantly injured in
the creation of this session. If anyone cries, we'll buy her a cupcake or some stickers if gluten is an issue. (No faking just to score, we'll be on the look out for that.)

Cabin Stewards: Jenny, The Bloggess @thebloggess and Deb from Deb on the Rocks @debontherocks

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